Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Why not?

Definition-Acting: a good script and confidence.

I got the confidence. All I need is a good script and a naive audience.

Thursday, January 05, 2006

Raining.

It has been going on in school for a few days now. Raining constantly that is. My concentration in school has also been constantly wavering now. And it's only the first week of school. I had to go all over the place just to find out which malay class I belong to. Not that it was all that successful. In the end I ended up in Cikgu Zaibah's malay class for the intellectually challenged(read:dumb at malay). I ought to buck up more on physics, chemistry, maths and malay. Hell that's almost all my subjects. Already started on revision. God, I hope I'll be prepared in time.

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Crisis.

What the heck. One nice day turning to shit. I woke up early, reached school early and thought everything was turning out perfectly. Chemistry practical wasn't anything mind-numbing. Discussed politics in GP which by the way, was better than the usual crap my class would usually conjure. My new maths tutor was also great, no offence to you Mr Saw, but I think I'm going to get an AO this time. And then it happen.

I don't know how the heck it can happen. It's stupid now, thinking that the team would be as committed as ever. I myself is disappointed in the team. And that is saying a lot.

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

New day, new year.

What a day. Some how I find it amusing yet disheartening to hear people start calling you a Pre-U 3 now. I think I have to get used to it soon or I might find myself getting detention for ignoring a fellow teacher. It is tough now, having to find my way to school from Teck Whye. It was my first time going to school from there, and I was almost late. Ok, so I was late, but do you even think I care? Didn't wore a watch, couldn't find a freaking one inside my whole ton of boxes. I also had to wear my brother's New Balance trainers as my sister had conveniently forgot to bring not even a pair of my shoes. Yeap, I felt like a pussy. What a bummer now going to school. Although there are a nice things about the place.

Well, to kick off the start of a new year, why not have a bloody common test when everyone is asleep?! My freaking thoughts exactly. I hope I gave enough reasons on why developed countries are responsible to tackle environmental pollution. God, I don't want to fail General Paper now that I'm in year 3. Anyway, had a nice time listening to my new principal. The guy is really nice and all. He was much more humble than Mrs Ong, I have to admit. Didn't alienated us or ridicule our promotional results. It's nice to have somebody admit he isn't out to get your blood. I like that in a principal.

Sugar, We're going down.

Am I more than you bargained for yet
I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear
Cause that's just who I am this week
Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
(A notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song)

Drop a heart, break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team

We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it
[x2]

Is this more than you bargained for yet
Oh don't mind me I'm watching you two from the closet
Wishing to be the friction in your jeans
Isn't it messed up how I'm just dying to be him
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
(Notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song)

Drop a heart, break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team

We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it
[x2]

Down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

We're going down, down in an earlier round (Take aim at myself)
And Sugar, we're going down swinging (Take back what you said)
I'll be your number one with a bullet (Take aim at myself)
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

We're going down, down (down, down)
Down, down (down, down)
We're going down, down (down, down)
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

We're going down, down in an earlier round (Take aim at myself)
And Sugar, we're going down swinging (Take back what you said)
I'll be your number one with a bullet (Take aim at myself)
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

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